روايات وقصص ضمن My Wife Is Twice My Age

I winced when I saw he had no teeth left. “Stop it, love. You can’t even get it up anymore. You’re just hungry,” the woman snapped. Yup, they’re definitely married. Her husband scratched his head and laughed, then wrapped his arm around her and kissed her cheek. I smiled at their exchange. Will Jasper and I be like that when we’re old? Will he still kiss and hug me when we’re gray and wrinkled? It’s a song lyric—but also a question I ask myself. When I looked at my husband, he was smiling too, watching the elderly couple playfully tease each other. Now we were the ones feeling envious—they’d reached that age still together, still in love. I could only whisper a silent “I hope everyone too”.

Dan’s POV, About three years ago, my marriage was in deep trouble. We’d been married for nine years, with twin 7-year-old daughters. I’d not long had a promotion at work and my wife was struggling to combine a full-time job with being a good mother and loving spouse.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

"You little dummy, still so scatterbrained. Look at you crying from the cold, and you didn't even think to grab a jacket." 18-year-old Selena ruffled my hair and draped a jacket over my shoulders. That familiar scent of pine and the warmth momentarily left me dazed. … "So what you're saying is, the 30-year-old me got her wish and married you but didn't cherish it. And not only did I get involved with some male secretary who supposedly saved me, but I kept pushing you for a divorce?" At home, the younger Selena still had barbecue sauce at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with horror.

Who was she and why would she do that? “How are you?” Mr Walter asked. “I’m doing fine and you?” Giveon questioned back. “I’m doing better. My wife here makes sure of that,” He tittered and my eyes almost fell out of my socket when I heard that. The young lady who wouldn’t be older than me and if she was, she’d be at least two years older than me. Mr Walter wasn’t that old but he should be a man close to his sixties and if that wasn’t old enough for a girl my age then I don’t know what else to say.

Because, all the time all the attention was focused on him. "I'll tell you daddy, you don't want to have a younger brother. Let daddy stop, tease Mommy. Mommy is tired." I know, this is untrue teaching. Honestly, I'm tired of having to serve my husband's endless lust. During the day I have to take care of the children and the house, and at night take care of your husband, which is more tiring than draining seawater with a fork. As far as I know, the frequency for husband and wife will decrease when they are in their 40-s or 50-s. And my husband, still 30 years old. Note, 30 years! The turmoil of the soul that is indeed hot.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

And why the heck does he look twenty-five? “What has age gotten to do with anything? Besides, you don’t act twenty-two. Your brain conjures murder plans meant for sixty-year-old people,” he teased and chuckled. “Hudson!” I almost yelled, realizing something. “You are thirty-six? And Nevaeh is seventeen. Am I that awful at math or is it correct? You were nineteen when you had her?” I asked and gasped. “We had her early. My wife was eighteen. Mistake of a night, but I never regretted anything. Come on, we have work to do,” he said, opening the door and leaving me in flabbergastation.

But… I’m not alone anymore. Anyway, Gavin really is successful, huh? How old is he again? Was it 28? I don’t really know… Damn. I don’t even know the age of my own husband. … No way! Even though it’s just a contractual marriage, why didn’t I know my husband’s age? Did I even research him? I DID NOT! And here I was, complaining how bored I am. I should've researched him after our marriage… What if he’s way older..?